This is a canon piece that follows after Take Me Instead, the beginning of their captivity with Kane. Bruno and Kane belong to Izzy. Mind the tags!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Sacrifice

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, aftermath of vaguely implied noncon, dissociation, captivity, restraints, panic, talk of death, talk of self-sacrifice

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“Kamaria.”

The name floats past her, in and out of her hearing, without meaning anything. Nothing means anything. Nothing is real, the world around her is warped and she floats through it. 

“Kamaria…please. Come back to me, my love.”

A single coherent thought crosses her mind - I don’t want to come back. She doesn’t know why. She has the distinct feeling, though, that if she thinks about it too hard, she’s going to regret it. 

It’s too late, though. The voice keeps beckoning her, and her mind is drawn to it, wanting to identify it and see what it wants. She hears it louder, clearer, and the walls of the room begin to come into focus, then suddenly she’s awake, she’s lying on the ground, there are chains around her wrists and ankles and throat and she hurts. There’s so much pain, and she remembers why. She remembers, before everything went away and she started floating, that she was screaming, and screaming, and screaming, and she couldn’t stop.

Whumpay Day 26 -

“Don’t hurt them” | “Don’t hurt me”

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: mild blood, implied torture, capture, self-sacrifice (no death)

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“Please…” 

Villain towered over him, casting a dark shadow across his prone form. A didn’t move from his spot, though. Wouldn’t move. Not unless Villain killed him first.

“Please, don’t hurt him.”

A wide, evil smile spread across Villain’s face. “How absolutely precious. So touching, really. But tell me...I have not one, but two of you right here, weak and vulnerable, mine for the taking. Why in the world wouldn’t I take advantage of that?”

A bent further over his friend, raking trembling fingers through his hair. B was just so still. Eyes closed, face slack. A trickle of blood still ran down his temple and stained the dirt. 

“I’ll come with you,” A whispered. “I-I’ll do anything you want. Just, please. Leave him alone.”

“Such a generous offer.” Villain crouched, arms propped across his knees. “Here’s my counter. I take both of you, and if you don’t want me hurting him, you have to keep cooperating, long term.”

He snapped his fingers, and more enemy soldiers appeared. Before A could react, he was yanked up off of B, his arms wrenched behind his back and cuffed together. Others were reaching for B, picking him up off the ground, leaving his head lolling. 

“Don’t, don’t you dare...swear to me that you won’t -”

Villain stepped forward and grasped A’s chin in his fingers, and A hastily blinked away the tears that had formed. “I solemnly swear to you, if you’re a good little boy and do exactly as I say, I will not lay a finger on your poor, pitiful friend.”

It would have to be enough. A went limp, allowing himself to be dragged away.

Whumpay Day 24 -

Protected by an enemy | Hurt by a friend

This one has both a male and a female whumpee, with no real whumper. They both get injured, the male gets the brunt of it, but it’s told from the female’s perspective. As always, use your discretion!

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper, see note above), explosions, blood, fire, self-sacrifice (no death), burns

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Downtown looked like a war zone. No, actually it was a war zone. As soon as the fight between Hero and Villain had arrived - announced by Hero slamming full speed into an upper floor window of the building across the street - an evacuation had started. She and her co-workers fled as quickly as possible down stairs and elevators, trying to get out of the possible line of fire. It wasn’t the first time the two supers had fought in the area, and though she was sure Hero tried his best to keep away from the people and workplaces, things happened. Windows broke, spells missed their mark. It was dangerous to stick around. 

She appreciated Hero keeping the city safe from Villain’s schemes. She supposed it wasn’t realistic to wish that they’d stay out in a field somewhere to have their battles. 

The problem with evacuating was, there wasn’t much of anywhere to go once they got down to the ground. Those who drove to work took off for the garage, taking shelter in their cars, but the remaining majority - including her - had taken public transport and were forced to either hunker down in the lobby or brave the streets. Neither seemed like a good option. But at the last second she darted out the front door, hoping to make it down the block and around the corner quickly. 

She wished she hadn’t. 

Whumpay Day 12 -

Not noticing injury | Hiding injury

This is an idea I had been mulling over for a while before the event, and I liked it enough that there’s a sequel drabble coming.

^^this is what I wrote when I first queued this post. I can now update to say that there are TWO sequel drabbles coming, so far. I’ve picrewed everybody on the team, and since Day 10 accidentally happened to have the same genders and number of team members, I’ve decided it goes with this story, too.

Now I just need to actually name all these people.

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), male whumpee, blood, stab wounds, mild gore, broken ribs, scars, self-sacrifice (no death)

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“Healer!”

She jumps up from her seat as the team of heroes floods through the door, nervously clasping her hands in front of her. There’s always a commotion when they come back from a fight, but this time it seems more frantic than usual. Her eyes dart over the group, doing a mental headcount, but it stutters to a halt when she sees Leader draped across Hero A’s arms, blood soaking the front of his suit.

She sucks a deep breath in, tries to keep her heart from plummeting into her stomach. 

It’s time for her to do her job.

I can do this.

“What happened?” Healer asks, forcing herself into motion.

“Villain,” Hero B grounds out, prepping the cot for Leader to lie on. She waits until Hero A tenderly sets Leader down, then leans forward and rips open his suit around the tear already there. “He was stabbed, here.”

“You...you can save him...right?” 

Whumptober 2020 - Day 28

This one has a little bit of similarity to yesterday's, but I like it much better. Also, it's been several days since I was really mean to you guys, so...check that "ambiguous ending" warning. I mean, it really leans more toward "bad ending" than anything else, but you are free to imagine a happy one if you'd like.

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Day 28 - Accidents

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: similarities to car/plane crash, blood, broken bones, impalement, talk of death, self-sacrifice, ambiguous ending

The first thing that Keith noticed as his awareness trickled back in was that the artificial gravity inside Red’s cockpit wasn’t working. Or at least, that’s what he assumed, since one side of his body felt curiously heavy, like he was dangling in midair.

The second thing was the silence, broken only by a consistent drip, drip, drip.

The third thing was pain.

He couldn’t really pinpoint it to one particular spot, it just hurt, all over. He also couldn’t remember anything that had happened in between the battle that they had been fighting against a Galra fleet, and waking up. Something must have happened. Probably something bad, considering the amount of pain he was in.

Prying open his eyes - well, one of his eyes, anyway, the other seemed to be stuck shut - he found himself looking at a darkened windscreen. The whole cockpit was dark, in fact. Nothing lit up on the dash, no warm red overhead light, no alarms…

Alarms. Suddenly a memory stabbed through him, of alarms wailing and sensors flashing frantically, of himself pushing multiple buttons, hoping for some kind of miracle, while simultaneously pulling back on the controls as hard as he could and watching an unknown planet come spiraling toward him at full speed…

He gasped as the dark, still cockpit came back into focus, causing a wave of pain through his torso. Right. No idea still what had happened to make him and Red lose control, but they had definitely crashed. First things first, then, he needed to check on her and see if she was responding at all.

Whumptober 2020 - Day 19

Before I get into any kind of introduction, I want to give a shout out to all the people who have reblogged these fics! I don’t have a lot of followers, personally (though I have gained a couple more this month!), so my likes have skyrocketed comparatively speaking since people started reblogging. Thanks so much!

Today is another sneak peek at an AU I plan on writing someday...probably before the Black Paladins one, tbh. The full length version will be from Keith’s perspective, and cover the events starting at Naxzela and leading up to this ficlet. There are more spoilers than usual in the warnings, so use your discretion when it comes to reading those first.

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Day 19 (Alt. Prompt 11) - Presumed Dead

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: temporary major character death, references to self-sacrifice, slavery, collars, starvation, broken bones

It had been over a year - a decaphoeb, in Altean terms - since Keith died. 

Over a year since he had gone radio silent, leaving Shiro to call his name over and over again with no reply.

Over a year since Matt had reluctantly delivered the news.

Over a year of grieving.

Over a year of periodic nightmares, where their brains would make up horrific images of the last few seconds of his life, of what it had been like in the cockpit of that fighter when it had smashed into the shield.

It still hurt. It probably wouldn’t ever completely stop hurting.